Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
The Move,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.